Don Russell: Mother every way

Tony's nose was narrow and sharp and his eyes were close-set, glittering black beads that appeared to radiate condescension along with hunger as he leered at her. His cheeks were gaunt and pocked, his chin jutted crookedly, and thin lips drew back to reveal gaps between jagged, worn teeth.

Helen writhed. She knew she had reached the end of her virginity, and the knowledge brought fierce joy over a thick fabric of regret. In her fantasies, she'd pictured the event as involving some dashing, worldly type with flashing eyes and an eager grin, abandoning his castles out of wild desire for her. She'd dreamed of haunting music, softly glowing lights and velvet cushions. Instead, she had an unkempt old Indian taking a moment from a day with nothing to do, visibly gratified at the diversion chance had thrown his way. The only music was a sighing somewhere high in the trees; the light was what filtered through close-growing needles, and her cushion was a springy mattress of leafmold.

But her moment had come, nonetheless, and it was surely more exciting than being had on the back seat of a hot rod. She thrilled at her nakedness, acutely conscious of the bizarre note her boots added and secretly embarrassed at how small her peaked breasts were. And the dark-skinned creature who unbuttoned his fly as he dropped to his knees between her outflung thighs was without pretense or sophistication. There would be no subtlety as his cock thrust aside the membrane of her innocence and no apology as his semen spilled into her.

He bent over her, tugging his cock into the open and reaching out to fondle her.

Black! she thought, shivering. Black and knobby and dull! Not smooth and white and shiny like Daddy's! She sucked her belly in while his fingers scraped across it. He closed his hand over her breast, squeezing and rubbing, and a sharp gasp caught in her throat. His Levi's felt rough against the inner slopes of her thighs and she twitched when he laid one hand over the brush of her pubic hair.

His cock pulsed and he ran his tongue over his lips. She stared in fascination at the stray hairs that clung to his shaft where it poked through his open fly, and at his cockhead, half out of his taut foreskin. There was a bead of clear fluid at the tip of the swollen bulb and from her angle the slit was clearly visible, gaping darkly.

He grinned knowingly, clearly aware of the focus of her attention, and used both hands to tease her nipples, rolling them like cherries between his fingers while she pressed her fists to her shoulders and breath hissed between her teeth. He felt her, his hands roving over her curves with lingering, tantalizing slowness, as if he were renewing memories he'd put too far behind. Helen twisted in pleasure at the tingles that raced over her in wave after wave. He caught a strand of her pubic hair in his fingers, pulling it straight and letting it snap back, then ran his fingers into the quivering zone at the top of her thigh next to her pussy. She whimpered at the electric urgency of the sensation and drew one knee up to press it to her side.

"Tony! Oh, Tony! Am I going to be your squaw?"

"Mmmph," he grinned at her. "We fuck."

"Yes," she whispered.

He lowered himself, the folds of his shirt settling on her breasts and the hardness of his Levi's on her belly. She felt his cockhead against her pussy, heat on heat, and gasped. But he turned, resting one hip in the angle of her widespread thigh, and fingered her cunt.

"Ah…! Oh…!" she gasped.

He dragged his fingertip along her slit and probed to feel the indentation of her vagina. Slowly, deliberately, he forced the blunt digit into her, twisting it and stretching the sensitive rim. Helen rolled the back of her head on the earth and dug her bootheels in.

"Oh, my!" she exclaimed in a low moan. "Oh, my gosh!" His finger was bigger than hers and rougher, and there was a feeling of fullness she'd not experienced before in playing with herself. An instant of terror swept her at the thought of his cock and how much greater it was than his finger. But her desire was deepening, jerking at her gut and making his looming bulk waver before her eyes.

He rolled back, lodging his cockhead between her pussy lips and pushing. She felt the blunt instrument fill her vagina and rest solidly in the surrounding tissues. An uncontrollable urge came over her to rotate her pelvis up and forward, and she felt her hips tighten and thrust. The pressure at her pussy increased sharply as her sheath stretched and slid onto the slopes of the enormous bulb.

"Mmh…! Oh… Oh…!" she cried out, clutching at Tony's arms.

Tony lunged against her. His cockhead rammed through the resistance of her cunt against something tighter and incapable of stretching. Searing pain washed over Helen. She felt as if she were tearing, and she pulled her knees up and spread them in a futile effort to open wide enough to stop the hurt.

Tony grunted and thrust, the impossible wedge spreading her and creeping inward. There was a sudden sensation of yielding and a new leaping of fiery pain, then relief. Helen's throat closed in the moment of agony and opened afterward, letting her punt-up breath escape in a sighing rush. The black cock was an incredible fullness in her pussy, and the sensation of the huge head's intrusion into the core of her belly was a delight she had never anticipated. She lashed out with her feet, pedaling them in the air.

"Aghhh! Ahhh, Tony!"

Tony's body tensed at her cry and his cock drove inward with a single, smooth push that dilated her virgin channel for the first time. His groin slapped against her crotch and his cockhead came to rest high in her belly. Helen forgot her earlier pain and was aware only of the intense pleasure that surged in her. She clamped her knees to Tony's sides and levered her hips, bumping her pussy against the hardness of his Levi's while he pumped at her. His cock slid rapidly back and forth in her and her body rocked under the repeated blows. She clawed sensuously at him, her fingernails catching in his shirt. The edges of his fly rasped like rough sticks along her pussy lips, catching single pubic hairs and jerking at them. Her body was a raw lump of delight.

"Ugh!" Tony grunted explosively. "Tight cunt! Make Tony cum quick…! Unnnh!"

His thrusts slowed and a ball of warmth grew in her belly. Her clitoris throbbed as the hardness of his shaft rode over it, and pressure pounded in her head. She gulped, a convulsive spasms seizing her pussy and spreading over her, stiffening her body and making her back arch. She dug her heels into the backs of his thighs and levered her crotch tightly against the base of his cock.

A violent tremor shook her and she felt her vagina contract to squeeze Tony's buried cock. "Mmmm!" she moaned, deep in her throat. "Mmmm…! Mmmm!" Her orgasm washed back and forth over her, jerking her helpless body and making her hear an inner roaring. The sensation seemed a totally different one from the kind she'd brought on by playing with herself, and she was frightened at its intensity. But her fright was a pale thing beside the awesome feeling of pleasure that flooded her.

At last the tremors stopped and her inner convulsions subsided. She collapsed, limp beneath the weight of Tony's body. She heard his light panting and realized how hoarse and labored her own breathing was.

"Tony…! I can't… breath…! You're… squashing me!"

He grunted and propped himself on his forearms, his softening cock settling in her. "You pretty good fuck, Helen. Lot better'n Ol' Kai."

"Ol' Kai!" she shrieked, visualizing the emaciated mangy bitch whose devotion to the guide seemed her only redeeming feature. "Tony! You don't!"

He giggled. "You better'n her. Maybe fuck again tomorrow?"

"Brrr! Get off!" Helen laughed and twisted. Knowing the cock that was in her had rested in a scrawny, stiff-legged bitch brought its own kind of thrill, and Helen savored the wicked awareness while she could still squeeze Tony's shrunken meat with her twat. Then again, "Get off, dirty old man!"